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Dream On Last night, I dreamt of tomorrow. It was a beautiful dream of song and sorrow. It was full of things from days before, a dream to cherish forevermore; of love to come, and memories to share, Each and every hope was there. But most of all my dream foretold, it was with you I would grow old. So take my hand and dream with me - Tomorrow's tomorrow I'll bring to thee. |
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